Roadside Burial (Remix) Insane Poetry (Ft. Řezník & SCUM (USA))

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
You are just a roadside burial (burial)
Just another roadside burial (burial)
You are just a roadside burial (burial)
Another victim of my roadside burial (burial)
You are just a roadside burial (burial)
Just another roadside burial (burial)
Saw it from a crows-eye aerial
Another one of my roadside burials

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
Yeah! It's Edgar Allan Holiman
And my genre's been possessed by a haunted pen
Write death that's astonishing
I blacked out then I followed them
Cornered them encountered them
Then gave 'em all 'til the count of tеn
You see I listen to the voices and thе sounds within
I bound their limbs then drove 'em out to a mountain ridge
Deserted place in the space where they used to counsel kids
Where the town forbids for you to be and shoot that's not your biz
Even the sheriffs aware of my nightly actions
Behind the parish it's apparent that I might be slashin'
Rip 'em open fast with slivers of broken glass
Witness your throat get slashed
Wicked, my soul is damned
This is how I treat people I meet
Accidentally on purpose not even knowing underneath my strategy was perfect
I keep 'em cozy, I keep 'em 'til I don't need 'em
They bodies I cast away outside of town in a shallow grave